1.11.2018

Food Home-Made

Love your pet, they are vanishing

I am a cat
I live in a bungalow has no roof and mat.

The walls are peeling off
The worms are playing up.

The dogs are friends of mine
I don’t know who are my parents fine?
A broken wooden rotten table and chairs are laying.

A wrecked mirror in a nook sometimes frightens me
In a dead silence, I hear Airplane on my head flee.

Roar of the animals but never traffic road
I have a close friend I call it toad.

We play in and out
It keep calm and I yell loud.

Out site in floor is grassy and trees
Cow and others have lot of food free.
I wanted to see that far away motorway


Then I will get food-Milk homemade.

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